Stole My Life Novels & Stories

She's gonna pay for the life she stole from us. Just like I always planned. And this time, nothing and nobody's gonna stop me. Watch me.

When we were 18, he had said, "Even if I lost my life, I'd never lose this toy." Now, he was throwing it away with his own hands. Did that mean his life no longer included me? "Eleanor, we've already discussed this. The person I got engaged to was the real Ms. Shaw. You merely took her place in life. Did you think I was marrying you? Do I need to spell it out? The person I'm marrying is her. Don't you get it? How do you still have the nerve to come here and cause trouble?" His deep voice seemed to confirm my worst fears. His words tore through me; it was as though the man who once promised to love me forever had never existed.

But the irony of them. She had stood there, crying, claiming I was trying to steal her life, while she was the one who had ruined everything for me from the beginning. I exhaled slowly. “She stood there accusing me of stealing her life,” I said softly. “As though she wasn’t the one who spent years living inside the ruins of mine.” My voice softened, but it didn’t lose its edge. “She didn’t just want you,” I said, looking at him. “She wanted my life inside yours.”

She said apologetically, "Victor, don't worry. I'll make it up to you. How about we book a hotel once you're discharged?" I merely glanced at her with a blank expression. I rejected her outright. "No need. Using someone else's money without their permission is considered theft under the law. I suggest you return the money as soon as possible, or I'll call the police." Eleanor looked at me with a hint of impatience. Her brows were drawn together. "Victor, don't say things like that out of anger. You know that this was Joe's birthday wish." I scoffed. I didn't argue with her like I used to. Instead, I said indifferently, "Whatever. I'll come get my things in a few days. You'd better return my

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Then I lifted the frame and threw it down with all my strength. The glass shattered on impact, and shards scattered across the hardwood floor, glittering in the overhead light like broken diamonds. The photo itself bent and tore, right down the middle, separating Jaime's image from Alessandra's. "I'll do whatever it takes," I whispered, staring down at the destruction I had caused. "Whatever it takes to make him mine and to take back what should have been mine from the beginning." Alessandra had stolen my life once. She had swooped in when I was young and making mistakes, and she'd taken everything that was supposed to be mine.

His grip tightens but not hard enough to hurt me, “You stole five goddamn years of my life with them, Sloane.” Tears blind me, but I refuse to look away. “I had no choice!” “There’s always a choice. You just didn’t pick me.” His words slice through me, ripping me apart until all that is left is my bleeding heart laid out on the floor, but I still force out the only words I can manage. “Tyson took them. I don’t care what you think of me. Hate me forever if you want, but please, help me get them back.”

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

Thornton lamented, "The highest-level access at headquarters is restricted to only three people—me, Roxanne, and Jasmine. However, Roxanne's the one on duty today, and the code used to open the vault does indeed belong exclusively to her!" All the evidence fit together into a flawless, airtight loop, condemning me and nailing me firmly to the role of the criminal. My actions—smashing the fire hydrant and climbing onto the rooftop—were twisted into nothing more than a staged act after the successful theft, designed to distract the public and cover up the truth. "First, she commits theft. Then, she stages a suicide attempt. Once the dust settles, she plans to flee with the money. What a brilli

"Daniel, take a good look for your brother." Suddenly, Daniel broke down. Tears fell uncontrollably. He spoke through choked sobs. "This is Caleb's life. I'm stealing his life." Mom hugged him. Her voice trembled. "Now it's yours. This is the only way you can live." I floated among them. Daniel cried until he could barely breathe. Mom's eyes welled up with tears. Dad turned his face away. Priscilla clenched her fists. Softly, I said, 'Daniel, I'm already dead. Mom's right. You need to live well.